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WIP Wednesday
"And I know it - in my heart, in my head, down to my bones - there is no way in hell you would ever let me drown."
Damn right. Thereâs a lump in Gordon's throat at the absolute faith John has in him and for some reason the room is getting a bit blurry.
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Forgotten, Ch 1
Forgotten, Ch 2
Co-written with @janetm74 (really, my contribution is humblest!)
"Please, take your medicine, Mr. Edwards."
Cobalt eyes shifted to look up at the nurse - hesitancy and a hint of defiance there. He was having vicious nightmares again, but couldn't remember the gist when he woke up. So he refused to take daily medication. Which, in turn, upped the somewhat reined in melancholy all the way back to bottomless depression. He was lonely, confused and now, thanks to the nightmares, also scared of things he couldn't remember. The man was admitted to their hospital by an anonymous Good Samaritan whom nobody could remember, it being a busy shift. Young, tall, extremely fit, dressed simply, but the way that telegraphed wealth, and completely amnesiac. He couldn't produce a name or identify the day of the week.
No ID or cards on his person, but there was a tattered photograph in his shirt pocket, over the heart, of a young woman with a mane of auburn curls and a brilliant dimpled smile. The back of the pic was inscribed "Love, Lucy Edwards". The picture was old enough to rule out a wife, a sister, or a girlfriend, and there was an unmistakable familiar resemblance of the blue eyes and the dimples, so they infirred it was, likely, a mother. Their patient couldn't confirm one way or another. His file then changed the reference from "John Doe" to "John Edwards". The chief of psychiatry suggested the name might trigger a memory or a response. But so far - nothing. Only the nightmares and a sea of sadness in the wakeful hours.
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Penelope got a fingertip on her compact and, one painful centimeter at a time, pulled it toward her. Once it was close enough, she wrapped her hand around it and brought it next to her mouth. This was the dangerous part. If they heard her⌠Well, that was simply a chance she had to take.
âLady Penelope, calling International Rescue.â
âLady P. What -â
âHush, John and listen carefully. Iâm in the Silver Vaults under London. Itâs currently being robbed. Theyâve rigged explosives the supports.â She winced as she took a deep breath, âIâve also been shot. So there is a bit of situation.â
More ThunderFic !
Saving Face by Yumiko Kaze http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7360844/1/Saving_Face
Great character development surrounding Cheetara's feelings after the death of Jagga.
Unity by Yumiko Kaze http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7390362/1/Unity
Unity is  actually based on 2 of Piku-chan's drawingsÂ
http://piku-chan.deviantart.com/gallery/517511#/d48mi9o
and
http://piku-chan.deviantart.com/gallery/517511#/d48mh84
